[Verse 1: Logic]I'm Stewie GriffinAnd this game is BrianBeatin' the hell out of em'Tryin', to get this moneyCheck the statisticsThe chances of me blowin' up are far from realisticFuck it, I'll risk itTo have a chance at fame, I'd never miss itI know I'm gonna be famous cause my friends and family insisted[Laughs]Been on the low, concernin' my shit just like a biscuitBut it's time to let off, set off, bread this bread offBitches I'm comin' and I ain't finna pull outAll I do is get this moneyCut these records and cool outMy favorite night of the week to perform is FridayBut I kinda see it as Louis Vuitton dayCause when I step up on the stageI'm snatchin' mics like KanyeToo swift to book me for the nightThat's AndreThree stacks, I do it bigTake no relax, I'm spittin' the factsCatch me in the booth, droppin' tracks

Yeah they talkin' bout meYeah, I know they talkin' bout meYeah I know they talkin' bout me butNever face to face, they evade itBy rappers I'm hatedBecause I'm fly, while they just levitatedAs the hating escalatedMy flowing just elevatedBitches I made it

[Verse 2: Logic]Young jedi, all I do is stack breadSaid I, Be in the crib bumpin' Red HotChili PeppersThis right here for all my city reppersFly talker, sky walker, get gritty reppersFollow your dreams, this life ain't what it seemsThey used to tell me I'd never make itNow my flow streamsAcross the world, spit lyrics, let them unfurlPoetic rhetoric my girlGot my mind playin' tricks on meMy eyes is closed, the ice is froze, I got itHip hop was never dead, but it was fallin'And I caught itThe way I process chips, you think my brain's roboticFuckin' with bitches over seas cause the pussy's exoticI went from switchin' lanes in the rainTo switchin' planes with damesPoppin' champagne, spittin' game, and gettin' brain